Preaching how trying your best is enough,
But the greatest effort is flawed when judging self.

Taking a stance of leniency with others,
Yet showing no mercy with your cause.

Considering second best in a race is outstanding,
But is looked upon as failure if sliver was rewarded.

The meaning of greatness doesn’t change,
Just because you are the participant.

Accept glory at face value,
No matter who is the contestant.

It’s like the same old show,
Moving at a certain flow,
Dating back many years ago.

With a repeating tale,
Leading to no more trails,
Seeking out brand new details.

Craving an interesting quest,
One unlike the rest,
Figuring out the best.

Fighting for the thrill,
And for the lack of a drill,
Needing a cause to fulfill.

Witnessing imperfection at it strongest,
Seeing a contestant battle to be on top.

Observing dignity abandon principles,
Using the sword of honor for greediness.

Stabbing others to get ahead,
Putting one’s desires before righteousness.

I am also a sinner committing disloyalty,
As a flawed man living with human ambition.

When betrayal creeps up on the mind,
We must remind ourselves to stay faithful.

Dedicating our quest to a virtuous reason,
Or else evil destroys the meaningfulness of cause.

Proclamation of hate is intense,
Powered through raw emotions.

By expressing this noun,
Many statements are being spoken.

Negativity is declared with strength,
Stating resentment at high levels.

Hatred presents ill will with passion,
Representing feelings beyond disapproval.

One word can change a sentence completely,
So use caution with each stated terminology.

While crossing this street,
Vehicles prevented me from walking,
Unable to reach the other side.

Loved ones tried to open a path,
Holding my hand while facing fears,
But I resisted with self-dignity.

Pursuing the intersection to advance,
Determined to seek the route on my own,
Needing to find the destination freely.

Aware of all the hardships on the road,
Willing to seek out the necessary advice,
But must travel independently to claim glory.

Pain is usually a warning sign,
Telling you damage is being inflicted.

When cause unleashes agony,
Torment tends to have purpose.

Struggling with ambition up that cliff,
Striving for success to reach the top.

Recognizing the obstacles of the hill,
As reason provokes the will against anguish.

Commitment is the source of meaningful pain,
Battling the resistance for a special prize.

There are no limitations,
As you move with motivation,
Focused while having dedication.

Entering a brutal quest,
Trying to be the best,
But first—you have to pass the test.

The hill is certainly a threat,
Running while breaking a sweat,
Playing the game with no regrets.

Facing that dreaded fear,
Or else the end is near,
Reaching for the final frontier.